Rob me again uncle Sam, I don't care.
My too old uncle with the gray hair.
The one who always leaves me dry.
The one who won't let me get high.
The figure who takes all of my cash
just blacked out a late night news flash
on how the government is failing at it's need
to satisfy the people with such a simple weed.
For how can something earth supplies be bad?
When you consume it you never get mad
So where the Sensi in the Pentagon?
Is the president in the oval office hitting the bong?
For we need to lose all this killing shit
and sit down and get Kadaffee to take a hit
off some northern lights
and he'll set his sights
on a coffee house in Amsterdam,
instead of starting the next Vietnam.
Maybe if the politicians reflected us,
We'd still be able to smoke on the bus.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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